Joy

Okay… so I have had a little bit of annoyance with roommates not doing stuff around the apartment and me feeling like a slave/wife/cinderella. Well today topped the sundae of crap off… my one roommate who is completely supported by her parents and possibly the most pampered human I have ever met had the nerve to send me this message… via facebook of all things.
Needless to say… I left a snide and rude returned message.

Chris and I have been wanting to go into the canyon for a long time and build a snow cave. Well this being the first Saturday since we both quit our jobs, there was no better time. The weather was beautiful too! We drove out to a look out over Bear Lake and trekked in from there. We couldn’t find any really good snow banks so we had to dig and build a huge snow pile before we could tunnel into it. Needless to say, I am sore but we had such a blast.

One of my prized attributes is the fact that I don’t have a lot of monetary possessions. So of course at the beginning of this year I decided to make a mini-goal and get rid of everything I don’t use in my apartment. (not including things that do not belong to me in the first place, though I’d LOVE to include those). I along side with my now ex-roomie Kelsy made the D.I. very happy.

Kelsy, the aforementioned roomie, decided a few days before semester started that she was pulling out entirely and moving to California… her action and my previously brewing dissatisfaction led me to trash another major. No more Theatre, no more Chemistry. I am no longer going to be an educator. Partly due to the fact that I HATE high schoolers and would not damn myself to that forever and that Theatre no longer captivates my interest as a life pursuit. So I threw away the life path of acting and am now in pursuit of a career in Nursing.

With this sudden change and addition of pre-med classes I was required to throw away over $700 dollars on all necessary text books for my 17 credit workload. I may have cried a little when I handed over my debit card.

Needless to say, my life has been purged. Purged of old clothes, old dreams, and loaned money.

So all of you who are thinking… “Man, I am white.” Well believe me, it’s better than being red like a lobster. The worst part is… I did this in a tanning bed… isn’t the purpose for tanning beds to avoid this sort of outcome. Needless to say my ever tan boyfriend may or may not have called me a lobster. The arrow shows the line of differentiation right at my waist line… ugh. This is not going to turn out well.

I apologize for the horrible picture quality… blame my phone.

Since Blanche and I’s relationship that started in mid October many things have signaled for an abusive relationship…

It started out so good too… only five hundred dollars for a fully functioning vehicle that is legal and everything. Then she started to lock me inside, making me look like an idiot every time I had to get out. She likes to slide on anything that may look remotely wet. She even got me involved in a three car accident! But today is when it crossed into the territory of unacceptable. While attempting to get in, she knocked me over and popped a tendon in my wrist. Though I love our time together and all the many things she does for me… we are going to be on very shaky terms for the next little while.

So since July I have embarked on the wretched journey that is weightloss. Over coming childhood obesity… sucks. And this is just one of the pictures that makes me happy inside .

The only problem is… none of my clothes fit me. Being a poor college student who can barely afford food and gas, clothes are not in my budget. However I made the wonderful purchases of a pair of pants and a new bra this week… man I am living the high life. All I have to say is the D.I. is going to have a great collection of cute fat people clothes…

This week consisted of two very hard goodbyes. The first being a friend and co-worker, Hannah. After a horrible car accident in Logan, Utah she suffered irreversible fatal injuries. Please keep her family in your prayers. The second being my best friend Teddy’s farewell for leaving to serve a full time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, in Independence Missouri. The combination of the two left me quite dried up from too much crying.

Maybe I’m going about this all wrong but everyone continually warned me how college was going to be so hard and that studying was going to be vital…. I’m failing to see the difficulty…

It could be my major, in fact it probably is but regardless… college is not that hard. In fact it’s like therapy… For instance my first class of the day we laid on mats and then gave each other massages for the remainder of the hour and fifteen minute class. Lucky me, I got the hottest guy in class . My other class involved us individually shouting at the top of our lungs what are biggest pet peeves are followed by us saying, “I am SUPERWOMAN, I’m the best at …(give laundry list)” Other kids are slaving over text books, I’m getting massages and building my self esteem. Who’s in the lame major now…

I have decided that when I am old I will never live in a place where people think fifty five degrees warrants a full on winter coat. I think it may have to do something with my plump little figure but I cannot stand the weather above seventy degrees unless I have a large body of water near by that I can swim in. My roommates are all skinny pinny little girls who don’t move around a lot in the house so they are always cold. I however am bustling through at a rate of speed which makes me frequently turn on our little swamp cooler. This morning for instance; I woke up not sweating in our apartment for once, took a hot shower (rare because I’m usually trying to cool down from our sweltering room), and came out to get breakfast. When I got to the kitchen one of my roommates had a hoodie, slippers, and a full out blanket wrapped around her at the table complaining how cold it is!!! Can I have a moment of peaceful cool temperature? Grrrr. Oh well, I just have to secretly turn on the cooler and open all the windows when they aren’t looking. The history of a hot girl’s life.

It seems as though every time I come to Logan Utah my body decides to go into this oh so lovely self-destruct mode… In the space of about four days I ripped my calf muscle (which will require physical therapy), found out I’m allergic to morphine (great…), got what we think was the stomach flu (the doctor that I payed over $250 to still doesn’t know), and ended it all with a cough so wretched it makes my eyes water (and probably annoys my roommates to death).

I am hoping that this might be a clever tactic that my body has developed…. “get all sicknesses known to man now so that I can function the rest of the semester”. Though somehow I feel like it’s a trap. Now that I spent money I could of used on necessities for a stupid doctor to tell me to drink liquids and get rest, I have to get a job. Grrrr. So to top everything off, I feel like crap and am job hunting too. If I wasn’t trying to be healthier today would definitely be a day for my nemesis treat Swiss Rolls.